So, it is in all this that I was lying on the floor. I was stretching after one such walk where the crows wanted to show me a spot to check out and talk to the tree there. I lay there, pondering ka as relating to one’s ancestral “energy.” And after one particular stretch, I suddenly had a flash of lying in a dark place, many arms and hands holding me back, restraining me. Not foreign, unknown arms— … Continue reading…Forest of the Dead, Forest of Stories